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The Day The Niggaz Took Over
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I'ma say this and I'ma end mine (all y'all that buy food, all that shit)
If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States (that's right)
Period, point-blank
If you ain't down for the ones that suffered in South Africa (fuck off)
From apartheid and shit (go home)
Dammit, you need to step your punk-ass to the side (we're South Africa)
And let us brothers and us Africans step in (that we're South Africa)
And start puttin' some foot in that ass
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why
But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die
I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why
But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die
Dem wonder why mi violent, dem no really understand
Dat di reason why mi take mi law in mi own hand
Mi not out for peace and mi not Rodney King
Di gun goes click, mi gun goes bang
Dem riot in Compton and dem riot in Long Beach
Dem riot in L.A. 'cause dem no really wanna see
Niggas start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock us down at seven o'clock, barricade us like Beirut
Mi don't show no love 'cause it's us against dem
Dem never, ever love me 'cause it's sport to break dem
And kill, at my own risk, if I may
To lay, to spray with my AK, and put 'em to rest
Yes, we have-, there have been riots, ah, uh, rioting
Well, I don't wanna say rioting, but there's been looting downtown
But right now, Bree, what I want to show you is
They have started fires down at the end of the street
How many niggas are ready to loot?
Yeah, so what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I said, how many niggas are ready to loot?
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a .9
That's what they told us today, in other words, you still a slave
No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit
Sitting in my living room, calm and collected
Feeling that gotta-get-mine perspective
'Cause what I just heard broke me in half
And half the niggas I know, plus the niggas on the Row, is bailing
Laugh now, but cry much later, you see
When niggas get together, they get mad 'cause they can't fade us
Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
They found that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
With the ese's helpin', nigga, it's time to rob and mob
And break the white man off something lovely, biddy-bye-bye
I don't love dem, so dem can't love me
Yo, straight puttin' it down, gettin' my scoot on
It's jumping off in Compton, so I gots to get my loot on
And come up on me some furniture or somethin'
Got a VCR in the back of my car
That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet
And motherfuckers better not try to stop me
'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped
'Cause I'ma cock my Glock and pop 'til they all drop
Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the-, uh
People in the crowd throwing things at the officers
And swinging at them as well, as there was a, uh, young woman there
You see, took a swing at-at an officer with some object in her hand
How many niggas are ready to loot?
Yeah, so, what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I said, how many niggas are ready to loot?
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a .9
I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why
But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die
I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why
But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die
One-time trigger-happy, no nigga love
187 time, time to grab the glove
You can't get prints on a .9, I throw away
Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray
Pop-pop, pop, another motherfucker drop
And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz, smash
I crashed his head like a window
I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo
Creepin', with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on a donut
And crack-up, so now he best to back up
I guess I gots to pack up, filling the clip up
I zip uptown but motherfuckin' cops are all around
Helicopters flyin', these motherfuckers tryin'
To catch me and stretch me on Death Row
But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go (go)
This now covers a very, very wide area of Los Angeles
Where these fires have been, uh, ignited
I mean, from here to the, uh, to the
South end of South Central is a long way
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall
Niggas don't give a fuck, so them bust and them fall
The constriction of three blacks shows no justice
So, pick up, it's your right if you riot again
Mi turn the other cheek
We be too many, mi got mi .9 to my side
So mi bust, flick, 'cause he don't give a fuck
And mi don't give a fuck, and all my problems end with that buck, buck
Blao, blam, blam 'til dem fall
Listen to the shots from a nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye
Dr. Dre, him bust gun shots
Diggidy Daz and RBX, dem bust gun shots
Come again
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